Who The Fuck Are You?

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[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] I said who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? And what have you done with my nigga? Yeah I said something is wrong The money done came, I noticed the change, in my nigga Something is wrong [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, let's kick it Diary of a loyal nigga When I vow I'm down until it dies It's in my heart, It's something no tattoo could solidify It's like God lit a fire and made Destiny's Child If you question my loyalty that's just like questioning God Remind yourself, that when you say you looking for me You lying to yourself, nigga I'm famous, fuck am I going to hide at? You looking for you, and I hope you find yourself Niggas thinking that blowing bud together, drinking and calling each other "bro" and "'cuz" the definition of showing love Talking about salute and respect Man that shit don't mean a goddamn thing to me Especially if you a fuck nigga And to all my so-called friends, calling yourselves neutral saying you staying out of it You need to quit fronting, you either with me or against me You gon' realize that next time you need me for something I said [Chorus] Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? And what have you done with my nigga? Yeah Yeah I said something is wrong The money done came, I noticed the change in my nigga Something is wrong [Verse 2: Crooked I] I can't explain how the love was lost Feeling like I'm Two Chainz how y'all hit me with that double cross I gained green, you became green with envy Like a gangrene limb, I had to cut them motherfuckas off The same thing from my homies I gave cream We was repping the same team as brothas But see the love was false You made things so clear with your hating Now my phone can't ring for you Cause I don't wanna talk Who turned you into a monster? I say the cash did it Thought our friendship was some shit Till you wiped your ass with it You Hyde then you Jekyll You taught me a lesson Keep my circle as small as a speckle on a freckle Till my last minute Shit on the man that led you Then bit on the hand that fed you Can't say I wish I never met you Cause then I sound immature Young and foolish 30 pieces of silver You just another Judas [Chorus] [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Gotta talk to this nigga man, for real Let me go and tell it all, you ain't special nigga This what that pussy-whipped pillow talk'll get you You don't even know [?] you, that's beside the point From manhunt to escaping that manhunt When we robbed the joint We smoked L's to the brain on the roof Wash the smoke down with a cup of E&J and a loose We got [?], rode trains to the Deuce When I got signed, had the model broads that let niggas run trains and chuck deuce ('member that?) But when that change low, yeah they change though And real niggas never 'sposed to mention when they exchange dough Them quote on quote loans was gifts Did I complain? No Cause you was my nigga (my nigga) Now my nigga trying to knot me up Ready, fam? War cost money and aim I'm on Shady and my shooters got a steady hand You come try and take what I used to offer And that block where you standing's That block they gone scrap you off of [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Kept my end of the bargain, was always Joe to you Which made you feel entitled like shit was owed to you It's mandated, some things you just supposed to do You fucked me so hard it was easy to see the hoe in you On the record, certain shit is expected Like die for it if you rep it, if you don't then we won't respect it I'm talking real nigga ethics If I'm down pick me up Not step on me to get a pick me up, where did you pick this up? Cause the money change everything around you And if it don't happen now then it's bound to I don't need a jury to decide You kick dirt on my name, I'll just assume you trying to bury it alive Stand by your word, because retracting is weak Don't sell your soul to the devil, then come back with receipts Now you broke and left for trail, but we can track the deceit And no you ain't leave me a choice, this is how it rather it be It's Joe [Chorus] Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? And what have you done with my nigga? Yeah Yeah I said something is wrong The money done came, I noticed the change, my nigga Something is wrong
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Credits
- Writers
- Joe Budden
- Royce Da 5'9"